Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you want -- money's no
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive head bullets, in the

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo hold up up
Shit we go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just man, pass the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Verse Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and the ground
a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit shot
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my
And life is the test, up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With that shit you stressin, rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin

Verse Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for who know
Wu grow like llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch
Stay papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm guards margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain
beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears this year
One hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be the style in the cloud with silver linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six
And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier
The exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand two shots of penicillin
goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like
Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master

God steppin forth upon down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and me like I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track deny the fact
I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
'cause I strike, like
couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are by the killa tactics
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad for blocks so
Feel the force of impact the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
Holdin up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold only new vocal cords I Genius on Gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with 8
Robbed the and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower must have been stupid
me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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